Date: Mon, 11 Feb 2008 19:18:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Stephens <sunspots2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who AM I?

"My mood changes and a thought breaks through my sex driven trance, am I
thinking right now with my big head or my little head? I start to wonder,
if given the choice, would I prefer sex with Brenda, or Gail, or Joan, or
Ann, or Sandra, or Mary Lou? I haven't scored with the girls, but would I
rather be heading down the Mass Turnpike tonight with a girl instead of
Frank? Beyond the immediate sexual gratification, do I really want to have
sex with Frank? When I said that I was pretty sure that I was queer, did I
really believe that or do I just want to get off? What is happening to me?
Who am I?"

Part 4: ...we may cum before New York!

Noting a change in my expression, Frank reaches over and rubs my crotch. My
slowly wilting cock springs back to life, bringing a smile to both our
faces.  Frank leans forward and zips down my fly and unbuttons my pants.
Reaching inside he squeezes my cock and begins to stroke my Fruit of the
Loom covered dick. A moan escapes my lips and precum begins to wet my
briefs. In a slightly high pitched and hesitant voice I tell Frank that he
should stop that, but I really don't want him to stop just yet. Sensing the
lack of conviction in my plea, Frank continues to message my hard cock. A
low and steady contented murmuring escapes my lips.

Deciding to move forward with instructions for my sex education, at least
the lab part, Frank slips his hand inside both sides of my briefs and tugs
both my pants and briefs down to my knees. We are hurtling down the highway
in the evening darkness like tunnel of love boat following the amusement
house path with no option but to move forward. Traffic has thinned out and
my willpower is ebbing away like a slow leak in a bicycle inner tube. Frank
wants to suck my cock and my cock wants it too. I glance down at Frank as
he licks my dick; up and down the shaft, swirling his tongue around the
crown and then back down to my balls. This is fantastic, my only concern
now is whether I can enjoy this and still concentrate on keeping the car on
the highway? I spot a sign announcing a service plaza in 2 miles -- yes!
In about 2 minute's time we will be there, can I hold out any longer?
Against the odds, my overheated libido is curbed sufficiently to allow my
exit from the turnpike into the far corner of the Howard Johnson's parking
lot at the Ludlow Service Center. After turning off the engine and sliding
the seat further back I push my pants down below my knees and spread my
thighs a little wider, allowing Frank better access, of which he quickly
takes advantage.

With more room Frank expands his area of interest to include my balls,
which are now being bathed in saliva. The sensations are overwhelming my
experience and even my expectations, I am moaning with the tone of a
plaintive surrender of someone who can no longer control anything related
to this moment. My hands are on Frank's head rubbing it tenderly, but I
have no control over either Frank or myself. "Mark, lift your ass just a
little." I comply with Frank's order and am rewarded by even more wild
sensations as he licks around my hole. "Oh God Frank, I'm going to cum."
Frank quickly moves back to my cock, burying it deep in his mouth and
begins to bob up and down in a frenzied pace. "Ohoooooooooooo, shit! Fuck
yes Frank! Fuck...fuck...fuck yah..." My saliva laden ball retreat into my
groin, as that feeling I have come to love from endless jerk off sessions
races through my body. My sperm drives up my shaft powerfully, erupting out
my cum slit; following an ancient path with purpose and a primal
force. Frank's "pearl jam" reward blasts into his eager and talented
mouth. The volume overloads his capacity to swallow and the sperm escapes
out the sides of his perfect mouth; a mouth I have, in a short period of
time, learned to love to kiss. The overflow drips down onto the car seat; a
small price to pay for a fantastic feeling.

My head is resting on the top of the seatback and my eyes have rolled back
in their sockets. Slowly my eyes flutter open and my head tilts forward to
focus on Frank's face peering up at me. Frank is smiling, with some of my
cum dripping from around his mouth and down his chin. He sits back up and
leans in to kiss me.  God I love this, this is better than I ever
imagined. I taste a little of my cum in Frank's mouth and quickly swallow
it. Yes, I have tasted my cum before, but this is way over the top and I am
ecstatic. "Mark, let's hit the men's room and grab a coke before we head
back out." I quickly pull my pants up and start the engine, rolling slowly
across the parking lot to the restaurant. I observe that Howard Johnson's
is lightly populated as we enter and I head for the men's room. Frank gets
us both cokes and a candy bar. No one is in men's room as I saunter up to
the urinal and empty my bladder. There is a certain swagger to me now. I
grab a wad of toilet paper and stuff it in my briefs where precum has
soaked the fabric. Then I wash my hands and check for cum and drool on my
shirt and pants. I head back out of the men's room feeling a little full of
myself after having received my first blow job.

Frank hands the cokes and candy bars off to me as he heads toward the men's
room and I head outside. I lean up against the front of the car, on the
driver's side, and start drinking my coke. Frank had offered to switch off
driving duties, but it was my car and more importantly, I like to drive,
especially on nice warm summer nights with little traffic on the
roads. Maybe it is also a control thing, but I certainly didn't have much
control in that blow job and that worked out OK. As I think about the blow
job a smile comes to my face and my cock stirs just a little. Frank returns
and asks me what the big smile is all about. "I don't have to tell you why
I'm smiling Frank; it was all over your face just 5 minutes ago." We both
laughed at that, then Frank licks around the outside of his lips and I
start to get hard again. I quickly throw the little remaining coke and its
cup into the trash and get back in the car. Frank joins me in the car,
laughing at me. I pretended to be irritated by his laughing, but we both
knew that I am on a high, enjoying every moment of being a newly minted sex
fiend.

Am I a sex fiend now? A sex fiend, not with the girls I always dreamed
about, but a sex fiend with a guy? Am I a queer sex fiend? Who am I?

To be continued...

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